Erotica

"The only thing a period stops is a sentence" - A very wise man. Being in a long distance relationship can be quite challenging - physical longing, travel expenses, recurring temptations, misconstrued communication...That being said, delayed gratification can be extremely rewarding. I had visited Bella in Abuja about a month before she came to Lagos. Our typical visit frequency was every two weeks but work had gotten in the way. She had a conference in Lagos so she was to stay at mine for a whole week.  Given that our usual weekend visits barely lasted 24 hours, we typically wasted no time in ripping each other's clothes off the moment we walked through the door. Between her latex allergies and my insatiable desire to please her, we could go at each other for hours. She understood me well enough to allow me take the reins and do all the work. She would surrender her body completely to me and the soundtrack of her moans, groans and screams would have me exploring her d

Privacy was always a challenge in the house, it was afterall Big Brother. Between having cameras everywhere and the 8 housemates still competing for the grand prize, it always felt like someone was watching.  The attraction between Mobola and Tony heightened after the shenanigans of the marathon Truth or Dare game the housemates had played the night before. They had both kissed at least 3 other housemates that night but there was something about their kiss that was different. They both felt it. It lingered longer than the 10 seconds it was supposed to. The other housemates basically had to pry them apart after they had completed the kiss dare. As she straddled him and he held onto her back, time and space no longer mattered. They were both lost in each other and if it were up to them, they would freeze time just to be able to kiss each other endlessly. As all 8 housemates sat in the jacuzzi, drinks and laughter all around, Mobola and Tony got comfortable beside each other. H

He proposed.  She said yes. The fairytale was finally coming true. He was everything, (well almost),  she had ever wanted in a man - tall, bearded, handsome, rich, loving and a great listener. His mom adored her and they all couldn't wait until she was part of the family. But deep within her, Esosa had certain predilections that she just couldn't share with her "perfect" Bassey. What would he think of her if he knew the details of her sexually colorful past? She thought she had quelled her appetite but as the wedding date drew near, it became clear that she hungered deeply for the adventures of the past. While Bassey and his boys were out for the bachelor's eve, Esosa hooked up with Toke B (short for Toke Buns, aptly nicknamed because of her ample backside). They had met at a masked ball a few years ago and their sexual peculiarities formed the foundation for their interactions and the ensuing friendships that developed between them.  Afterall how many women u

7pm. Femi knocked on the white door of a quaint little house on Chelsea Avenue. Carla opened the door and ushered him into a dimly lit, yet cosy living room. She was wearing an African print knee-length kimono and her hair was tied up in a neat little bun. The fireplace was lit and the warmth of the room was a very welcome break from the winter cold. Femi took off his jacket and sat on the sofa, staring into the open plan kitchen where Carla was pouring some wine for both of them. She sat beside him and for about half an hour, they discussed Mondrian and Van Gogh. She handed him a book on modern impressionism and told him to finish it before their next class in a week. She walked up the staircase, as she dropped her kimono. "Would you mind joining me?", she said, looking back at him seductively. He was instantly on his feet and holding her hands as she led him into her bedroom. The curtains were drawn but even in the dim lighting, he could still see the sea of white - shee

"Namaste, and welcome to yoga class for complete beginners. My name is Gary and I'll be your instructor for this session. Close your eyes, lie down and just relax. First off, we're going to practice breathing. Picture the most relaxing scene you can imagine and take a long deep breath. Feel the clean air filling your lungs with good health and positive energy. Hold your breath for 5 seconds. Exhale all the negativity and tension. Then again. In with the good, out with the bad," he said as he walked around the room. His all-female class was full of 20 - 35 year olds decked in brightly-colored yoga outfits that left very little to the imagination. They were predominantly athletic types -- toned calves, rock hard abs, sinewy arms, the works -- and very easy on the eye. Even after working professionally as a yoga instructor for 2 years, he still worried about embarrassing erections that came with no warning and very visible discomfort. Before the class began, he had notic

Afam at 25 had it going on, I mean really going on. He was the quintessential young man with looks, charm and a lot of new money to burn. He’d recently gained independence from his family after landing a business analyst role at Chevron and he was enjoying the lifestyle that came with an 8-figure salary. Almost overnight, he had transformed from a shy small-time accounting graduate living with his uncle in Ikoyi to high-flying Oil & Gas Big Boy (or OGBB, as it’s more commonly known on the streets of Lagos). He had moved into a 2-bedroom apartment in the heart of Victoria Island only a few weeks ago but he couldn’t count the number of babes that had graced his bed. He’d fucked Ezinne from HR last night and the night before, he had had Esosa “doing tricks on his pole”. What was most surprising was that he made almost no effort to pick up girls. It was like a perk that came with the OGBB lifestyle. He noticed how much more people were interested in him and wanted his phone number. He